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Pepa couldn’t believe it. She doesn’t know why, but she should’ve expected it. Mirabel was trying to ruin Antonio’s ceremony. The miracle was clearly fine. There were obviously no cracks to be seen.
She knew how hard it had been for Mirabel since she didn’t get a gift. Officially, the only Madrigal without a gift. Anyways, it didn’t give her the right to ruin someone else's special day because she’s jealous.
She needed to have a talk with Mirabel. Mirabel needed to know, to learn that it was important not to let her own feelings get in the way of others. To let her jealousy ruin things for everyone else.
Pepa’s cheeks were flushed, she was a lightweight. A twisted thought crossed her mind. If Mirabel wants attention, Pepa will make sure that she receives it.
Pepa made her way to the nursery, which she was sure that Mirabel was in. She had nowhere else to be. She wouldn’t want to embarrass herself even more.
When Pepa opened the nursery’s door, Mirabel was sitting on her bed, tears streaming down her cheeks and glasses set on her stand.
A cloud slowly started to form, but Pepa reminded herself of what she needed to do, what Mirabel deserved. She closed the door behind her and locked it. She wouldn’t want anyone walking in on her.
Mirabel looked up at the sound of the lock, squinting her eyes. She quickly recognized the form of her aunt without her glasses. “T-tía,” Mirabel stammered, she looked angry. It was never a good sign.
“You ruined Antonio’s night. It was supposed to be perfect. Nothing was supposed to go wrong.” Pepa didn’t need to yell to get her point across. “You just had to ruin it.”
Mirabel flinched at Pepa’s words. Of course she didn’t believe her. Even her mother didn’t, there was no reason to believe that her aunt would. “I-I didn’t—I wouldn’t…I swear I saw the cracks! I just—just don’t know what happened! I wouldn’t mess up Ant-Antonio’s night! I’m not jealous, I s-swear…”
“There were no cracks. Even now, you just won’t stop lying.” Pepa sneered as she took steps towards Mirabel, until she was finally in front of her. “Since you want attention so badly. How about I give you the attention that you desperately want?”
To Mirabel, it didn’t sound like a question. There was no room for debate, it was a demand. “What?” Her voice was quiet as she stared at Pepa with a mixture of confusion and fear. That’s when Pepa had her pinned. Her heart was pounding against her chest in fear. “T-tía, what are—what are you doing?” She desperately hoped that Pepa wasn’t going to do what she was thinking of.
Pepa’s lips curled up into a smirk at the scared expression of her niece. It might’ve turned her on way more than it should’ve. “Like I said, sobrina, I’m giving you the attention that you desperately wanted.” Her voice lowered as she lifted up Mirabel’s skirt. “Maybe you’ll stop all of this nonsense if I do this.”
Mirabel felt her eyes water up even more. This couldn’t be happening. She wasn’t serious. She couldn’t be. This was so wrong. She needed to leave. To yell. To do something.
Mirabel froze up instead.
They didn’t believe her about the cracks or the miracle dying. Why would they believe her about something so absurd like this? They wouldn’t.
Pepa was pulling down Mirabel’s bloomers, muttering to herself.
“I-I’m so s-sorry!” Mirabel didn’t know what she was apologizing for, she knew that her aunt would’ve probably liked it if she apologized. Maybe she would stop. She could tell that her aunt was drunk. “I-I’ll stop…I won’t ever do it a-again!” She cried out.
“Mm…that just won’t do. We don’t want anyone hearing us, hm?” Pepa questioned in a hushed tone as she began to rub Mirabel’s cunt with her hand. “I know that you won’t do it again. I’m teaching you a lesson, which you will learn.”
Mirabel could only cry.
Pepa didn’t pay attention to Mirabel’s tears, far too intoxicated to know what she’s really doing. She just continues to rub Mirabel’s cunt, not entering her fingers inside of her.
Anyone would get wet from the simulation. It was the natural reaction from a person’s body. Even if they didn’t want to.
Mirabel feels humiliated from her body betraying her. She feels way more humiliated than when her abuela embarrassed her in front of the entire town. At that point, she just wanted to dig her grave and never come out. Or just to sleep forever. Whichever was easier.
“Look at you, Mira.” Pepa’s voice comes out as a purr, as Mirabel’s wetness continues to come. “I think that this is all that you needed. You needed your aunt to show you some attention. I understand, I really do. You can’t think properly and act out of anger when you’re sexually frustrated.”
Mirabel could only let out a low whimper in response. Her face flushed, she would’ve covered her mouth, but Pepa had a tight grip on her hands. Even then, her body froze up. She cried silently, waiting for the entire thing to be over.
Pepa’s fingers brushed against her clit, making Mirabel’s breath hitch. She never felt a sensation from anyone, even herself.
“Tía,” Mirabel said breathlessly, her eyes widened when she felt the force of two fingers inside of her. She hated just how easily Pepa slid her fingers inside of her. How wet she was for her. “P-please…”
Pepa only stared at her as she was thrusting her fingers inside of her, giving her no time to prepare or get used to the feeling of her fingers inside of her.
Her gaze trailed down to Mirabel’s lips and she grinned. A second later, Pepa’s lips were pressed against Mirabel’s. Mirabel was in even more shock, but she knew she couldn’t do anything to stop her.
It was a rough and rushed kiss.
Mirabel’s first kiss.
Pepa softly bit Mirabel’s bottom limp, out of instinct, Mirabel let out a gasp, giving Pepa access to the inside of her mouth.
Mirabel shut her eyes tightly as Pepa’s tongue explored every bit of the inside of her mouth. She finds herself unconsciously moaning into the kiss. Something that she didn’t want.
Pepa pulled away with a smirk on her face. “That was your first kiss.” She increased the pace of her fingers making Mirabel cry and let out choked moans. She felt the way that Mirabel tightened around her fingers. “Oh my…are you going to cum, Mira?”
Mirabel doesn’t respond. She could only focus on the overwhelming pleasure in her body that she wanted to go away. The pressure building up inside of her got even more intense.
She just couldn’t take it.
Mirabel let out a loud mixture of a sob and a moan as she came. Pepa was staring at Mirabel with an interested expression.
“Who knew my niece was a squirter?”
Mirabel didn’t know that about herself either. She was way too exhausted and disgusted with herself.
“Hm, if you ever want attention, come to me. You don’t need to ruin things for others for attention. I’ll show you this lovely attention again.”
Mirabel wasn’t doing this for attention.
She didn’t want this.
Even then, she finds herself unconsciously nodding to her aunt’s words.